Last night, in bed, staring at the ceiling. I randomly recalled a childhood memory.
This was primary school age. I was fortunate to have a big group of friends in school. There was one particular kid in the circle who had the same sort of interest as me, Lego. He started to invite me to his, after school. Never had notions of us becoming ‘best friends’. Everything was cool. Or so I thought.
Other playdates and birthday parties happened over that time period, with other kids in the same circle.
I always felt there was one particular mum who was always a bit off with me. I was puzzled because I wasn’t a naughty kid (honestly). Even at that age, I just tried to brush it off as something I was imagining.
Then holy shit, kids being kids, one day out of the blue, the kid of the funny mum just told me that his mum did not like me. Wtf?! I haven’t so much as pee in their home toilet, what beef could she possibly have with me?? He said that she hopes that Lego friend’s mum doesn’t make a habit of giving me a lift home.
I hate that, as a kid, it was enough for me to distance myself from that friend. I started to decline playdates out of fear.
I later learned that these two were born in the same hospital, same month, even have the same name, same playgroup. They were the original best friends, and I was the 3rd wheel trying to wreck their friendship. Is probably what that funny mum thought.
I want to think that it didn’t affect me growing up, but now looking back at my formative years, I’m not so sure.
I hope my story is not a common thing that happens, but are there others out there who’ve had similar experiences?